Truth Is No Rounder Than A Horse's

All Rivers Run Full To The Sea; Those Who Are Apart Are Brought Together; The Lost Ones Are Redeemed; The Dead Come Back To Life; The Perfectly Blue Days That Have Begun And Ended In Golden Dimness Continue, Immobile And Accessible; And, When All Is Perceived In Such A Way As To Obviate Time, Justice Becomes Apparent Not As Something That Will Be, But Something That Is.

Really The Best Way To Learn About Something Is Simply To Read It And Not Make A Scientific Theory Of Interpretation.

A Good River Is Nature's Life Work In Song.

There's An Expression In Yiddish, Which Is "der Gelernte Naar" - A "learned Fool." You Can Know A Great Deal, You Can Have A Ph.d., And You Can Still Be A Total Idiot.

Perhaps Passing Through The Gates Of Death Is Like Passing Quietly Through The Gate In A Pasture Fence. On The Other Side, You Keep Walking, Without The Need To Look Back. No Shock, No Drama, Just The Lifting Of A Plank Or Two In A Simple Wooden Gate In A Clearing. Neither Pain, Nor Floods Of Light, Nor Great Voices, But Just The Silent Crossing Of A Meadow.